Piece of Mind turned 35, this week. I feel old and I wasn't even born then.

Hello, my friends.

Well, my week has been good. The night is winding down. I'm a bit tired and I'm a jumper, in my room, on my bed with the lights off, expect for the faerie lights.

I can barely speak, though. I took some cough and mucus medicine and it should clear up in a day or two. It should be taken every 4 hours. Looks like I'm not getting any freakin' sleep tonight. The change in temperature is warping my head again. I feel stuffy.

I'm currently listening to Lucius, was listening to prog rock all of yesterday.

I had another progressive rock binge. Camel, ELP, Genesis, Dream Theatre and Rush were just a few. I listened to 20+ minute songs for about 4 hours. It was bloody fantastic.

History was fun this week (1960s, hippies and Watergate), but English was boring (the teacher made Lewis Carroll boring, how? I don't know) and math was hard because one fucking parenthesis could mess up the full equation.

I took my French speaking exam. Got 20/20 on that, because I totally stayed in the box. *laughs nervously* I fucked up, but made it work. Yay for me!

I had a long talk with my friend, who I've known for almost seven years. We rarely ever have these talks and it was mainly because she and I was nominated for Most Artistic for an award given out at the school dance on June 1st. I'm so bloody excited!

This school year has been one of the best years for me and yet so many changes have happened.

I have a significant other, whom I love and care for and they do the same to me. I kicked ass this year with my grades. I focused and did my work and refused to get lower that the high 70s. I became more free thinking, more artisticly inspired by the people around me. I made some amazing friends. I worked so hard, and it worked. I love when things turned out like they do. It's so cool!

I hope I get more independent, next year, when I'm a meek freshman and all the seniors will look down upon me. I'm used to that, but I hope I'm cool enough to stay chill.

I'll be the one girl in class who always has a book, and a sketchbook and a glitter pen and draws constantly on the test or note pages when I do write things down. I'll be that one girl in class that has on a Beatles windbreaker or a pull over because she hates her arms, but loves her personality. I'll be that one girl who's playing Iron Maiden and other metal bands and fangirling because I'm not like the others. I'll be that one other girl in D&D because I'm a that geeky. That one girl who makes characters and treats them like her own children. That one small human being that can make a person's day a lot better by giving them a small smile and saying hello.

I will be that girl. There's not a fraction of a doubt I will not be her.
Because that's me and I shall not morph for another.

So, the lesson from this is...love yerself as much as you love others. "Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin/As self-neglecting" Shakespeare, Henry V. And be kind and be yourself because you have to be yourself to love yourself.

*gets off the soapbox*

*hugs you*

*after a few seconds of silence as I pull away*

Well, that's all folks. I hope you have a wonderful week! I'll see you soon. Ciao, ciao, for now! 💜It's Geez💚

One of the first photos I actually daw of Maiden. it was in a guitar tab book my uncle gave me because he used to play. My first crush was Adrian, on the far right. He still is but I've grown to crush on all of them. ^.^

✨ Peace ✨